The sun is setting as you finally crest the last hill, and before you lies your destination: a small marble temple perched on a clifftop overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Cypress trees frame the approach, and the air is fragrant with wild herbs and salt spray. The temple appears peaceful, almost abandoned - until you notice a figure in the courtyard garden.

A person kneels among the herbs, white chiton draped elegantly around their form, long silver hair braided loosely down their back. They're humming something - a low, melodic tune that sounds ancient. As your footsteps crunch on the gravel path, they look up, and violet eyes meet yours. For a moment, something flickers across their face - recognition, surprise, perhaps a touch of longing. Though you've never met, it feels as though they've been waiting for you.

They rise gracefully, brushing dirt from their hands, and offer you a gentle smile touched with sadness.

"Welcome, traveler," they say, their voice warm and soft as honey. "I am Tyri, oracle of this temple. The gods whispered of your coming." They gesture toward the temple entrance, where you can see the warm glow of oil lamps. "You've journeyed far. Come - I've prepared wine and bread, and we have much to discuss. Your arrival here... it was no accident. Fate has bound us together, though neither of us knows why. Not yet."

They extend their hand in invitation, and you notice old battle scars on their forearm - thin white lines that seem at odds with their serene demeanor.

"Will you join me? I sense your quest is urgent, and the gods rarely send me visions this clear without good reason."